8. Boone
BOONE
It’s no fucking surprise I’m hard again .
Damn Sawyer and her effortless sexiness.
I grip the edge of the kitchen counter. The image of her wearing a pair of my sweatpants and nothing else will forever be burned into my brain. Long after she leaves.
Convince her to stay .
I force myself to focus on dinner. I pull plates from the cupboard, silverware from the drawer, and napkins from the holder. Everything is still in the same place it was when Sawyer set up the kitchen.
When I asked her to marry me, I never thought she’d say no.
We’d officially been living together for a couple of years. She moved in with me right before her mom’s cancer took a turn for the worst. This ranch was Sawyer’s sanctuary. I thought I was her home.
If I’d had it my way, I would have proposed the day we graduated college. I knew since I was a teenager that I was going to spend the rest of my life with Sawyer Rose. But one life event after another kept putting off my proposal.
I waited a year after Annette’s passing to pop the question.
I thought Sawyer was ready.
I was wrong.
She made her choice, and it wasn’t me.
That thought is the only thing that keeps me from stalking down the hallway to my bedroom and fucking her senseless.
Thunder appears in the kitchen doorway, eagerly awaiting handouts as I carry everything to the dining room table I haven’t used in five years.
“It smells good,” Sawyer says, sounding as sheepish as she looked when I caught her half naked. She’s still wearing my sweatpants, but she’s covered up those bountiful tits with one of my oversized t-shirts.
I bet she’s not wearing anything underneath my clothes .
I set the plates and silverware out. “I know it’s not the fancy five-star restaurant cooking you’re used to?—”
“Stop it, Boone.”
“Stop what?”
I fill two glasses with ice water from a pitcher she picked out. When Sawyer left, she left everything behind that was ours .
Maybe that’s why it’s been impossible to forget her.
“You want to do this now?” she asks, her tone challenging.
“You and I both know the only reason you’re still here is because that road is washed out.” Fuck, I sound like a giant prick. But it’s my last line of defense. If I let myself fall all the way back in love with Sawyer, I might not survive her leaving a second time.
“Do you know why I called you last night?”
“You mean drunk dialed?” I fire back.
“I meant to call an Uber.”
“Fucking city through and through,” I mumble under my breath. Louder, I ask, “Then why did you call me?”
She pokes a finger into my chest. “Because you’re in my phone as Uber Pain in my Ass .”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment or something?”
“It’s the truth .” She steps closer, our bodies half an inch from touching. Her narrowed eyes are laser focused on me, a mixture of frustration and heat swirling in those baby blues. Fuck if I’m not hard right now. Going toe-to-toe with Sawyer has always been an instant turn on.
“Yeah?”
“You’ve always been a pain in my ass.” Her hand fists my shirt, but I don’t think she realizes it. “You drive me up the fucking wall, Boone. Always have.”
“I could say the same damn thing about you, Sunshine.” I grip the back of her neck and drag her to me for a kiss that is anything but sweet.
It’s hungry, primal, all-consuming. The dinner is forgotten as I push her up against the wall.
She bends her knee, pressing it into my hip.
The oversized sweatpants struggle to stay on.
Definitely no panties .
“Is this what you want, Sawyer?” I ask, my voice a near growl. “You want me to drive you up a wall—with my cock inside you?”
Her fingernails dig into my skin as I push up her shirt and grab a fistful of tit.
“Boone,” she pants my name.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I shove the sweatpants down her hips, and they fall to the floor. I saw my fingers through her sopping wet folds, nearly losing my damn mind at the feel of her.
I’ve tried to move on since Sawyer left.
But I’ve never made it through more than a first date.
Fuck, even my hookup attempts fell flat before I ever left the bar.
Because I’ve only ever wanted one woman.
Sawyer Rose.
“You want me to fuck you like this, Sunshine? Pushed up against the wall?”
“Dammit, yes!”
I free my cock and she reaches for it, lining it up at her entrance as I shackle her hips. I lift both her legs off the floor, and she wraps them around my waist as I sink into her pussy. It takes all my control not to explode inside her immediately.
“Fuck,” I groan. Has anything ever felt this damn good?
“Boone?” she says, gripping my neck with both hands and locking her gaze with mine.
“Yeah?”
“You’re still a pain in my ass.”
I kiss that wicked smile right off her lips as I pummel into her channel. A picture rattles against the wall, falling and sending Thunder running for cover down the hall. But I don’t dare stop. I’ve waited five long years to be inside Sawyer. To remind her that she belongs to me .
I reach my hand between us, fingering her clit.
She explodes in seconds.
Her pussy convulses around me, and I let go. My legs shake as I empty my cock inside her.
“In case you forgot, you’re mine , Sawyer Rose.” I kiss her hard against the lips. “And this time, I’m not letting you go.”